I’d like to buy the world a Doogh
It’s the real thing
Doogh is it
One ‘Ghulobe’ is not enough
ancient medium dashed with mint, peppered with salt
destined to refresh me
by the way of a million jingles on the tongue
melodic river of fizz and bacterial culture
wait, just a few more things for the journey
a spoon of saffron rice mashed with bits of kabob
Ghulobe…Ghulobe..Ghulobe…here it comes
tiny tingles in my nose
